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Post by Wen Mernde on Dec 21, 2003 23:33:28 GMT
Sheets of glass
Sheets of glass descend Shattering to bits Pounding to the earth Playing a drum Resounding roars fill this valley Rising and falling tempos heard The Tones of shattered glass on pavement The wind shapes the puddles of glass Guiding it to become this shape then that A monotone pitter-patter The melody of glass The shattering continues on With speed varying Then the wind blows away the sheets of glass The moon is seen once more The shattering stops.
By cnk
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Dec 21, 2003 23:51:42 GMT
Cool.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 22, 2003 3:03:12 GMT
Hmm...I think I might have missed the meaning of this one. Cool though.
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